I WAS IN LINE AT THE POST OFFICE TODAY. IT STRETCHED OUTSIDE THE BUILDING.
SO AS I'M STANDING THERE, A GUY SITS DOWN ON A MILK CRATE AND STARTS PLAYING SONGS ON A BANJO.
AND THAT'S WHEN I REALIZED — THERE REALLY IS A HELL.
THERE'S NOTHING WRONG WITH BANJOS.
FORGIVE ME, LORD, FOR I HAVE SINNED.